[ Masamune's quiet in the wake of his admission, content with resettling his breathing and refamiliarizing himself with the hard to describe feeling that is sharing space with Furuya again after days of being apart.
Not that Furuya seems content to let him do it, since he's shifting again, and Masamune tilts his head, eying him with a barely-gathering stormcloud that dissipates when he actually speaks. The split-second, bare expression of surprise on his face lingers a moment too long, and he looks away, mouth turned down. That softness, that vulnerability, is something that comes easier to Furuya than to him. That he feels even the barest temptation toward echoing his sentiment is all he thinks he can manage, so instead, he speaks again, eyes carefully averted. ]
Do what you want.
[ Nonetheless, his fingers between Furuya don't loosen, and his thumb moves in a slow stroke. ]
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Not that Furuya seems content to let him do it, since he's shifting again, and Masamune tilts his head, eying him with a barely-gathering stormcloud that dissipates when he actually speaks. The split-second, bare expression of surprise on his face lingers a moment too long, and he looks away, mouth turned down. That softness, that vulnerability, is something that comes easier to Furuya than to him. That he feels even the barest temptation toward echoing his sentiment is all he thinks he can manage, so instead, he speaks again, eyes carefully averted. ]
Do what you want.
[ Nonetheless, his fingers between Furuya don't loosen, and his thumb moves in a slow stroke. ]